He'd doubt such people were so farsighted as to have any ideals about the nature of progress and civilization, but such things certainly helped them engineer their sadism. Even rewarded it.

He had no illusions about what Arthur was capable of if pushed. But there was nothing out here pushing that side of him and he was simply allowed to be.

He kissed the lids of Arthur's eyes gently, gathering the man up in a warm embrace. The bed was lovely and cozy with Arthur so close, and the kisses were leaving him with that soft, floating feeling.

"You have given me no reason to be otherwise with you," he murmured, legs tightening around his hips. "And I do like being sweet with you."